I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace

Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread